Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.